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There's a handsome-enough but faintly odd looking young man, lounging in an armchair. He's playing idly with the laces of his doublet, and whistling 'still crazy, after all these years.'

Time bends for Dworkin Barriman.

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"You just told me."

Obviously.

Rem thought for a moment.

"Dworkin Barriman," she said, "I would not know how you would come by that knowledge. But, if I have offended you, please tell me."

Rem may be a god of death, but she's at least concerned about people.

"Rules are in place for a reason. The systems work for a reason. They were all built to work, no matter how they chose to do it. I resent the pieces that step too far out of their places."

He shakes his head.

"And this sand trap for loose change."

"I am dead," said Rem.

Yes a dead death god.

"Pardon me, but a bar is not death, no matter what they stamp your passport."

She's committed the crime and now she's not even facing the music.

"I am dead," said Rem, "I assumed this was the afterlife, was I wrong to think that?"

She was still calm.

"Obviously."

He gestures at the bar.

"Death has less alcohol."

"In the Shinigami realm there is little of anything," she said," I do know that this is not the afterlife for everyone, but my physical body is dust."

Rem smiled creepily.

"Would you like some alcohol?" she asked trying to make the crazy man feel better.

"I know that." Obviously. "And I'm fine, thank you. I do better without anything like that."

"How would you know about the Shinigami Realm?" asked Rem.

"It's a part of what makes things work. In some worlds. Lots of worlds. Pretty standard deviation. Not 100% effective, too much free will envolved, but very good."

"Free will, has nothing to do with it," said Rem, "The Shinigami are responsible for killing only a few humans, but not for all of them."

She was now very confused.

"Nonsense. Free will has everything to do with it. You can stop death."

What an irritating ability.

"Yes, but usually that is an accident," she said, "If it is done, out of affection, it is against the rules. There are many rules."

"That you keep or break at will."

Thus Dworkin's frustration.

"Messy, messy business. Hades is much cleaner. You have the money, you cross the river. You don't, you stay."

"But you are not dead," pointed out Rem.

"How do you know that?" he challenges, immediately.

"Because you have a lifespan," she said.

Whoops, suddenly, no lifespan.

"Or perhaps you simply aren't sure what you're looking at."

His name changes, too, to just 'Dworkin.'

"You are not human," she said, "A human would never be able to do that."

She was impressed.

"Not nearly so fragile, Shinigami."

Sorry.

"I donot understand," she said.

"I was there when the plans were being drawn up, in the background."

The Lord of Chaos smiles.

"Now I am merely mad."

"You mean at the beginning of time?" asked Rem.

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